I spent the whole night awake. The doctor’s message urging me not to give up was still sitting there, unread, on my phone.
The house was empty, but it still felt like traces of Darell lingered everywhere.
Just then, the front door creaked open—sharp and sudden in the silence. And when that face I had dreamed about day and night suddenly appeared in front of me, I thought for a second I must’ve been hallucinating.
“Darell?”
My voice trembled as I called out to him.
But the moment I saw the anger in his eyes, all the warmth inside me went cold.
Regina's POV
He looked at me with furrowed brows and roared sharply, “Why won’t you just apologize? If you’d admit it, everything would fall into place. But no—you had to screw things up now of all times. Was it really that hard to help out? Are you really that selfish? So obsessed with your pride that you had to humiliate her like that?” he roared.
My heart, already broken beyond repair, still managed to ache.
Then my eyes drifted to his neck—faint red marks, unmistakably fresh, deliberately left visible.